The Dream

The wind was a torrent of darknessAnd the stars like a ribbon of a bright lightThrough terrace of a shady houseWhich shrilled deep in the woodsA drizzle of dew from the fog smoke whiteAn open window to which the night pressed tightWhich opened a view to the wide black skyLike the partner of the orange sunStood the moon which seemed so funIt all was beautiful as if in a dream landAlso like my trip to ScotlandFrom the deep sky a figure which ran came a visitor turning like a fanA strange object which I’d never seen beforeIt looked as if it ...